Текст песни Трофим - Я шел отбрасывая тень, на каменистую дорогу...

I was casting a shadow on the rocky road
Footcloths I rubbed his leg, got off the helmet askew
Thighs thumps butt, and I still think about women
And stumbling over the potholes, I remember Russian mat

Ori A, the army - I
Ori A, the army - I

The mustachioed maniac Ensign said that our buttocks
There should always be tightly clenched fist
And I did so with the official soup, like a long time Pinocchio
Six months quarantine will spitting Kashchei

Ori A, the army - I
Ori A, the army - I

A citizen of the output, girls go to mini skirts
And somewhere out there, my dove, rests not with me
And we believe in the shit, to the glory of Mother Russia
And only one thing gives us strength, demobilization is still

Ori A, the army - I
Ori A, the army - I
Army - I
Army - I
Army - I
Army - I
Army - I
Army - I
Army - I
Army - I

Oh, I, I dastish fantastish